Luyện nghe bài hát Song in the Key of Chance

In the of a dealer hammers
And smelts a foul
As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's
And metes her an unholy
(O, the is hard)

Of a rank Summer Saturday
Drunk on beer
The burnt girls bray like mares
The men leer snakes

O, there's no faith in this article,
No and no lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay there me
It for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry mouth and a eye
Some people weren't to dance
While are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of

Make one sickening
Born of a base and a high mind
And make it swing a witch

young men, hale tall timber
Who in the Spring time then steady in the Winter
While over the river, needles for teeth
The spindle and men, apportioned a grief
to drink and drown, drown
O, the stories I love and the I hate

The city horses are tired, give something to drink
the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders
And the iron from feet

At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the
Is a when you look, look, look
Look into somebody's and you meet
Is a when you look, look, look, look into somebody's eyes
And you know that they'd just as kill you as smile

There's no faith in this baby
No and lie, lie, lie, lie
I up one morning and it lay there beside me
It for me to ask why

But to reason with a dry and a half-open eye
Some people weren't to dance
While are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a in the key of chance